AN: Let me just start by saying this is pretty much a PWP of smut so if M-rated isn't your thing or you're too young, please just skip this. Secondly, I'd like to thank the few people who read and reviewed the last chapter and have read this entire offering. You've all made me smile and I appreciate it. This is for those that requested the wedding night bit. Hope it's alright.

"We'll see you tomorrow." Smiling as his son and daughter make their way down to the waiting taxi, Harry watches in silence as Graham hands her before climbing in himself.

As the car makes its way down the quiet street, he closes and locks the door, taking a moment to set the alarm and turn off the lights. It's late; sometime after 2 in the morning; and the beginning of a new year.

A new marriage; and life.

Smile growing, he turns and makes his way into the sitting room. There, he finds Ruth standing, a glass of champagne in each hand and a smile on her face. Behind her, their Christmas tree is glowing brightly, lighting the thin, white dress she's wearing, silhouetting her petit frame. Crossing to her, he takes the glasses from her hands, setting them on the low coffee table before pulling her into his arms.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Grinning now, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down, molding her lips to his.

Shifting their positions, Harry spins Ruth around and puts her back against the wall, his lips hungry on hers. "I need you," he says, voice shaking as he moves slightly back.

"I need you." she says back, fingers sliding into his hair.

Her entire body has turned to liquid with desire, her need for him overshadowing everything else. There was no time for thought, no time to even more this upstairs.

"This is a beautiful dress," he says, letting his fingers trace the deep V of the neckline with his fingertips, skimming along the skin and silk at the same time. Her breath hitches, her entire body on edge as she waits to see what he would do next. Needing it more than she needed air to breathe. "But it is not as beautiful as you, and right now, I need to see you more."

He pauses a moment, eyes burring into hers as he reaches behind her, tugging on the zip, jerking it down.

"Careful," she says, choking on the word. "You'll snag the fabric."

"I'll rip it if I have to," he says.

The top falls around her waist, revealing her breasts, only covered in the thinnest white lace bra showing the outline of her nipples through the insubstantial fabric.

He lifts his hand to cup her, thumb sliding over the tightened bud. "Hot for me?"

"Yes."

"Wet for me?" He places his other hand on her hip, fingers flexing.

She can't speak, nodding instead as his eyes slip closed, a pained expression of relief on his face. Hand between her breasts, she flicks the front clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He looks at her with heavy eyes, lowering his head and sucking her nipple deep into his mouth. An arrow of pleasure shoots to her core and she tightens her fingers in his hair.

"Take your shirt off," she says, her voice breathless.

"What?" he asks, lifting his head to look at her, his cheeks flushed, hair in disarray. Her heart nearly stops in her chest. Harry Pearce undone and unfocused is the most amazing thing she has ever seen.

He curses, pulling back from her a moment to discard his suit jacket and shirt on the floor before lowering his head to kiss her again, his tongue sliding against hers.

She forgets everything else but him, what it feels like to have Harry kissing her. Caressing her.

"Later-" he kisses the hallow of her throat "-I will do this right-"lowering his head to trace the line of her collarbone with his tongue. "I'll taste every inch of you. Take time to savor you. Take your clothes off slowly. Look at your gorgeous curves." He kisses her neck, biting her softly like she had done earlier in the evening. "But now though...now I just need to be inside you."

He starts to gather her skirt up in his hands, the slippery fabric sliding up her legs easily. "Take your knickers off."

She complies, her hands trembling as she works her underwear down, kicking them to the side with her heels. He pushes her dress up around her hips, his free hand hot on her thigh. He tugs her leg up around his, her back pinned to the sitting room wall. With his other hands he tests her, teasing her clitoris, sending streaks of white heat through her body with each pass his fingers make through her slick folds. "You didn't lie," he whispers. "You do want me."

"Yes," she gasps

"Tell me," he says.

"I want you."

"My name," he demands, fingers flicking lightly against her.

"I want you, Harry," she whimpers, head falling back against the wall.

He abandons her body for a moment, working at his belt, shoving his trousers and trunks down, just enough to free his erection so he can sink into her. It's a shock, the week without him letting her momentarily forget how big he is. Just how much he fills her. Gasping, she feels her head bang against the wall as pleasure builds deep inside her, her internal muscles tightening around his rigid length.

There's no talking. Nothing but ragged breathing, Harry moving hard and fast within her, fingertips digging into her hips as he holds her steady, thrusting deep within her. He lowers his head, capturing her nipple in his mouth again. A raw sound of pleasure escapes her lips as she grasps at his shoulders. Right now he was driving her to a point she'd never imagined possible, to a cliff so high she couldn't see the bottom of the chasm below.

It was so high she was afraid to fall, afraid to let the pleasure building in her break because she didn't know what was on the other side.

And then he looked at her, those deep hazel eyes black with passion, the raw need and desperation that mirrored her own.

He lowered his head, his lips pressing against her neck, his thrusts losing their measured rhythm. Something inside her broke, released. And she was falling, falling into the endless chasm. Release rolls through her in waves, stealing every breath, every thought, everything but the moment. And when she finally does reach the bottom, she feels Harry's strong arms around her, holding her tight as he grunts, breathing hard, sweat on his brow as empties inside of her, the warm feeling of his release filling her.

Sometime later, she shakingly lowers her legs to the floor, feels his now flaccid penis slide free to rest between them. He lifts his head, eyes bright as he stares lovingly at her. Lips caressing hers, he sighs deeply.

"I love you wife."

"Love you too husband." she says sleepily, hands holding him close.

AN: I *think* this is the end, though if anyone wanted one more chapter, I'm sure I could come up with something...like the next morning...before moving onto the next story. Hope you liked it and please leave a review, they do make me smile brightly.